after the
tea steeps
let’s pour it,
steaming, into
travel mugs to
drive south
away from
bitter winter
over steeps
across desert
through cities
onto island
where sun
smiles for
sandy miles
where we
hide from
hazy sea-spray
between
steep dunes,
sipping tea
Mish invites us to write a quadrille (44 words) on word “steep” at dVerse Poets
